Strange thoughts run through your head as you are cartwheeling down rain slicked asphalt at 45kph.
April 24th marks 300 days since I escaped from the barren unforgiving wasteland of my birth, for three hundred days I have enjoyed something known as sunshine, which sadly we do not really have in my country.
Every year I am reminded of how stupid fundraisers can be, I applaud their efforts but would like to see a little more sense applied to their choice of events. I have MS and like most suffer from pretty intense and unpredictable vertigo. The result of this is that I no longer ride a bike…